Come home, Jimmy. All is forgotten...um, forgiven.

Just thinking about my father. James Carter (nothing to do with a well known President (ret) of a certain large country).
I'll tell what I know and you can tell me if you know him. The problem is that by now he's probably dead, even if he died of old age.
What sketchy information I have comes from a now deceased aunt who lived in Meopham, Kent.
James Carter was a little younger than my mum-Hilda Arnold. Hilda was born in 1916 in Swansea, Wales. James was born in the county of Gloucester and we'll put his DOB somewhere around 1916-1922
At some point he moved to Swansea where he met my mum and they were both working at the Mackworth Hotel, Swansea. They were both wait staff.
Details are a little vague around this time but apparently they went to work at the Black Bull around Stoke in 1951/2.
My mother return to Swansea in 1952 to have me and neither of us saw dear old James again.
I did try what I could to find him in the 80's and 90's but doing this search from Canada was really frustrating and somewhat costly and I was told that my lack of deatils were a hindrance.
The thing is that I know exactly where he was working in 1952 (Mackworth Hotel) and know his full name (James Carter). If I could only get into the National Employment Insurance archive in Newcastle I could find his Social Security numbera nd it would be easy to track him.
(Sound of screeching brakes). This information is not available to the public. So unless I can find an employee willing to take a bribe, or Tom Cruise and the cast of Mission Impossible to break in, I'm not getting anywhere. If anyone has any ideas, let me know.

Evil Beings

Another thought occurred to me while writing my list is how much I abhor the men, and women who take lives of others so easily and all, substantially, in the name of greed or religion.
I grew up with a small amount of faith. My mother didn't really attend a church after I was born. I know she attended a Spiritualist church at the time of my birth because I was "Christened" in one. I still have somewhere proof of that. She always told the proselytising intruders that came to the door that, "(she) had her own faith, thank you very much."  ...Now push off!
In this new century we have men and women who are willing to blow themselves up and take innocents with them and all in the name of religion. They are evil enough to talk children (some with developmental handicaps) into completing their monstrous deeds for them. They're all idiots (I hope they're reading)!
Whether they are Muslims or Christians or Atheists, they are, thankfully, doomed to fail. The majority of people in the world just want to live their lives. Perhaps they don't want to be part of a democracy or be free to vote. America has shown that being free is only a state of mind and that the freedoms for which they so ardently fight, are fleeting-see Amber to Red Alerts.
I hope there is no God for any of us. That's right...no virgins, no right hand waiting, nothing. All there is, is right now. What a mess we're making of that.

Life goes on.

I've added to my "Things about me " list. That in itself is a good sign. It means that no longer am i in the grip of depression, rather I am in its shadow. Ah well, better than nothing I suppose.
When writing my list I started to think about a few things. The one that is most on my mind is that I feel and have felt this way for a long time, is that I'm losing touch with mt oldest daughter.
It's certainly not anything I want but just seems to be happening. I know she has got a life of her own, she's very busy and our geographical separation doesn't help, but I wish it were different.
Now she's off in foreign lands taking the sun. I missed her departure through procrastination...more regret.
I'm also losing touch with my oldest friend-the Runner.
The runner is single and thank God, older than me. I know I'm gray but the runner is actually wrinkling. Maybe my mirror just isn't a clear as it used to be.
We're all busy but I have to make a better effort.

In the beginning

I've often thought of creating a personal blog but felt that I have nothing to say. Which is strange when I think of how opinionated I am. Finally though, in the throws of another bout of depression, I thought I would create a blog and put my thoughts and feelings out into the world.
So if you want, take this journey with me or leave it at a run. It will be here if you change your mind.